Preparing For the Sweat Lodge
At dusk the Native and I
Went into the woods to gather
Sticks for starting the fire
For baptizing the sacred stones.
One limb I found inhabited
With crawling insects;
The Native said, "Put that one back.
Somebody lives there."
I realized I was a guest
Of the Natives and the woods.
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